AN: I moved forward the HP timeline to fit with this, making Harry born in 1995 instead of 1980. Much less of an age gap there.
The kaiju now known as Trespasser attacked San Francisco in 2013 and upended the world. Everything stopped and didn't move on, the world stopping to watch as San Francisco was torn apart by the first of several monsters. Harry had just gotten his defense mastery, after having taken a few months off after defeating Voldemort in 2012. He was all of 18, watching as Hellion destroyed the magical bits of California, hitting the capital. MACUSA was devastated, losing more than half of their wizarding population.
Four months later, another kaiju attacked Manila and another one attacked London. The two attacks were not at the same time but they were just as destructive. The Ministry of Magic was lost and the minister at the time, not Hermione thankfully, died in the attack. Hermione was quickly and unanimously elected to the post of Minister though, after a quick election.
Then the attacks after that grew more frequent, one kaiju appearing every five months. The wards and runes that protected the wizarding communities did nothing and failed to keep out any of the monsters. Wizards and witches all around the world brainstormed about what it was that the kaiju did or didn't do and then Naga destroyed Hogwarts, killing all of the students and half of the professors.
It was like the kaijus were immune to magic and that sent the whole wizarding world into a flat out panic. When Scissure destroyed half of Sydney, wizards and witches all over the world began to wonder. No curse affected the giant monsters. No enchanted flame worked. They all had to watch as the non magical world grappled with the same issue, as kaijus destroyed city after city. The non magical military seemed to be having some success but it was still a holding pattern, losing more planes and tanks during the fights.
When the non magical world began to use nuclear missiles to bring down the kaiju, Harry flinched as he watched the news. The fallout from that… Non magical scientists and government officials stopped using nuclear missiles after a while, working on something else.
Then the creation of the first jaeger sent the whole world into a tizzy. And even more when the first jaeger brought down a kaiju on its own, sending the whole world into a temporary victory dance. Nearly every city around and near the Pacific Ocean was devastated, either half destroyed or fully, and the human population had dwindled.
But the jaegers… Oh, the jaegers were giant and really kind of beautiful, Hermione. Please. Who didn't love giant robots? They were almost like giant dragons in a sense. On a side note, the dragon sanctuaries on the pacific coast had nearly gotten decimated as well and the one in Romania had… Charlie Weasley had died protecting Norberta, protecting everyone as they ran and not one of the dragons had come out alive. As the jaegers and their pilots brought down kaiju after kaiju, the world breathed again and licked their wounds.
Harry refused to go to the ruins that were Hogwarts, his heart falling into his stomach each time it got brought up. People talked about how or why the kaijus that attacked London traveled there, realizing that the monsters had swam through defenses, invisible to radar, to any kind of spell that would pick them up. And then the realization came. Kaiju were immune to magic all over. As the kaiju continued to pop up and out of the so called Breach, scientists and wizards alike realized they were advancing. Or leveling up, he supposed.
And then in 2020… Category 3 kaiju were common. Took two jaegers to bring them down sometimes. Then Knifehead took out the jaeger, Gypsy Danger, and killed one of its pilots, and suddenly the threat was new and ugly again.
Alaska in 2025 was still cold and miserable and the wall was… Harry swore again as he carved a rune into one of the bricks of the anti-kaiju wall. He shivered even as with a thought his magic curled around him like a heating blanket and soothed over his skin. The bell that clanged the end of the working day sounded over the large acreage and people slid down the huge ass metal, the bricks of stone that they hoped would withstand a kaiju attack.
It was humanity's last hope or so everyone thought. The wizarding world had lost more than half of its men and women and Harry hadn't been in contact with Ron or Hermione for a while. Not since… He shuddered, not from the cold, but from the sight around him, seeing at least a hundred men crowd around each other for warmth as they wandered back to the trailers each of them called home. Or at least five or six of them called home.
The independent companies that had been contracted to build the walls had bought flimsy trailers for their workforce, filling each trailer with bunk beds. Harry hadn't seen anything like it at first but then after the first night sleeping in one… Reminded him of sleeping in the dormitory and he slept soundly, more or less.
He idly looked up at one of the television screens on the wall of the job board, watching as the news reporters listed stats for one of the last remaining jaegers. Striker Eureka, in Sydney, piloted by Herc Hansen and his son, Chuck. The jaeger program was getting disassembled, the few remaining pilots and machines getting packed off to Hong Kong or some such city. The higher ups having decided that the walls would hold the kaiju off. Or it was budget cuts. Something like that.
Harry shrugged and turned away, seeing a few of the other men turn his way. The wizarding world had gotten outed two years ago, after two jaeger pilots had drifted together and one of them had been a witch.
The secret was out after that but no one paid it much attention, too busy focusing on the giant monsters attacking. The whole world was taking losses and the wizarding half wasn't any different. Of course… some non magical people thought it was their fault, their fault that the kaijus were attacking. That generated a whole different box of shit and now… he kept his magic, his whole self, under the radar.
Harry ran a hand through his hair, his heart beating with the rhythm of the chiming of the bell, of the swell of men walking back to their trailers. He slipped into the pool of exhausted, weary, dirty people and waded through it back to the trailer his bunk was in only to stop at the door, another man in his way.
"Becket."
Raleigh Becket, one of the men who shared the trailer that Harry slept in. He didn't know much about the guy other than they occasionally shared a bunk and that Raleigh had nightmares. Sure, Harry had his fair share of 'mares too but Raleigh's…
"I'm not in the mood," Harry muttered.
Raleigh stared at him, his dull blue eyes shining red. "I need out of my head."
Harry gave Raleigh a slow look over, seeing the man's slumped shoulders, seeing how they curled inward. He knew Raleigh had muscles underneath that oversized work tunic but they weren't visible now. Everyone these days that worked on the wall was in shape, maybe on the thin side more than healthy, especially so that they were eating on rations.
"One of those nights? Anniversary of something?"
Raleigh stared at him, blinking his blue eyes, his dirty blond hair shorn and almost filthy. "Yeah. The echoes…are stronger."
"Fine. Hold that thought for a moment," Harry finally said, sighing and shaking his head. "Let's go and find somewhere. It's an anniversary for me too."
"You gonna use… magic?"
"You gonna yield to me?"
Raleigh flushed red and Harry slowly but surely grinned, heat dancing through his body as it revved up. "Could use a little encouragement before I fuck you, babe."
"You gonna cloak us?" Raleigh questioned, his voice rough, dropping down a notch in volume. The tips of his ears had gone red and Harry pictured what the guy looked like under those work clothes, licking his lips at the mental picture. "That what you people call it?"
He heard Raleigh follow behind, his sturdy footsteps loud enough to him. No one who worked on the wall these days was quiet, whether that was yelling back and forth while working or… fucking each other. But Raleigh on the other hand… He was quiet. Didn't say a word in complaint when rations were… further rationed or when they received orders that they were on the move again.
Harry snorted in amusement, his cock twitching with interest, a renewed sense of energy flipping around at the base of his spine. They moved around the crowds of people, watching as people began to mill about firepits, huddling for warmth, and made it to the back of the trailer lot, back to the edge of the wall. There weren't that many people still milling around here, given that it was night and dark out.
The only source of light around here was the moon and the dull stars glowing down on them. Harry shrugged and picked a poorly lit corner, rounded by metal and bits of debris and then he turned around. Raleigh stopped in front of him, shedding his work tunic and revealing the ratty shirt that he wore underneath it, and dropped to his knees almost instantly, licking his lips. Harry sucked in a breath and reached out, curling his fingers around Raleigh's neck, using his other hand to shove down his work pants.
"There you go," Harry muttered, his breath already hitching, his cock going from soft to hard within seconds of sliding into that mouth. It was hot and wet and it was like a punch to the gut, arousal hitting him fast and hard, making him a little lightheaded. Raleigh was a pretty sight on his knees, taking him in without a second thought. He could just barely see the man, an added thought turned into a sense enhancing spell, letting him see Raleigh's eyes, letting him see how arousal and heat had made his pupils blow wide, edging out the color.
"Good boy."
Raleigh whined and licked around him, using his tongue, all wet, sloppy need, his eyes fluttering closed. Harry threw his head back against the piece of wall behind them, half his attention on the man kneeling before him, half keeping an eye out for voyeurs. He could see Raleigh getting hard even through the man's work pants, his breathing hitching even as he breathed through his nose.
He squeezed his fingers slightly, curling and uncurling, smoothing over the hair at the back of Raleigh's neck, letting a guttural groan leave his throat as Raleigh moved. The man's fingers clenched as they lay by his sides though he very clearly wanted to touch. Harry swore under his breath as Raleigh did something with his tongue that left him breathless, leaving him hot and sweaty and… "Alright, fuck. Get up. Strip."
With another whispered word or two, he warded the area for temperature, making sure the both of them would be warm enough. Even though he felt sweat drip down his back, his neck. He left his hand on Raleigh's neck, urging the man up, feeling goosebumps trail down his skin, feeling a shudder run through Raleigh's body at the slight manhandling.
Raleigh quickly stripped off his pants, pushing them down with no hesitation, feeling Potter's hand flex and curl around his neck. His mouth felt bruised and hot and he wiped over it with a hand, even as Potter turned him around, leaving him face to face with the part of wall. Cold metal bit into his skin, making him shiver with it. The sweat that dripped down his back made goosebumps dance down his skin as Potter slipped a hand under his shirt, the hand at his neck trailing down.
Raleigh whined at the loss of the fingers at his neck and Potter made a shushing noise, leaving a hand at the small of his back to press down. "It's okay, darling. Just hold on. I'm gonna...Fuck. You looked so pretty on your knees for me."
The words sent heat blasting through him, making him shudder with it. Making those other thoughts, feelings, Yancy disappear. Having a cock in his mouth had helped, giving him something to do that didn't… He groaned as cool energy trailed over him, feather light touches to his nipples, to his cock made him spark, made his nerves light up. His ass was bare to the cool air but it didn't feel that way, only a warm breeze rippling across his skin and thighs. Potter pressed closer to him, leaving little to no personal space between their hot skin. A thigh slipped between his and a finger trailed downward to circle him, spreading him open.
"You gonna… fuck me or what?" Raleigh muttered, trying not to buck into that leg, not rut into the wall that…
Potter trailed a hand back up to his neck, curled around him and squeezed, even as he opened him up. Teeth nipped and Potter licked at the crook of his neck before he shivered, feeling power flow over him, opening him up and slicking him up… An almost growl left Potter's throat behind him, making Raleigh moan with it, as the man behind him shoved into him hard.
The fingers at his neck squeezed in warning and all thought disappeared except white hot pain-pleasure. Potter hadn't stretched him open with his fingers, hadn't slicked the way with his fingers. He had used magic and Raleigh whined with it, feeling stretched open in a way that he hadn't since… His cock ached as it hardened so fast, it made him feel lightheaded with it, making him almost sway back into Potter's arms. Pre-come dripped from his own cock, his balls drawing up and he was hungry, his skin overheated, and all thought had gotten shoved out of his brain at the same time as Harry had fucked into him.
"Fuck," Potter muttered, curling around him, slipping an arm around him to slide wet fingers over Raleigh's cock, gripping the base. "Not yet, babe. I'm…"
"Please."
Potter's fingers moved, sliding over heated skin, tugging at one nipple and then the other, tweaking, as he pulled out and then thrust back in, hitting that spot that made his vision grey out. Raleigh moaned and arched back into the man, trying to get more, to feel more, and those delightful fingers dug into his hips, curling into skin, leaving marks.
"Stay the fuck still," Potter ordered, biting into the crook of his neck, leaving an explosion of heat everywhere he touched, everywhere he licked an apology into. He slowly pulled out, inch by hot inch, and then shoved back into him, wet and hot and invading everywhere.
Raleigh groaned, louder this time, muffling his noises into a wrist, feeling Potter just wreck him, holding onto him, filling him up. He was pushed further against the wet metal of the wall supplies in front of him, making him turn his head, panting against it. His heart galloped in his chest, hitching as Potter hit that spot again and again, sending light and heat trotting through his body, wrecking havoc as his nerves lit up.
Another minute of this and Raleigh wouldn't be able to… His knees buckled at a particularly deep, hot thrust, and Potter slid an arm around his waist, holding him up. A strangled whine left his throat at the movement, unable to feel anything other than the cold metal in front of him and Potter behind him, as Potter's other hand trailed up to his neck again, tugging on a few strands of hair, and pounding in again, this time holding his position. The hand at his waist moved and tugged at his cock, hard and fast, and Raleigh yelled, pleasure overriding him, greying out his vision. His toes curled with white hot pleasure even as he felt Potter shudder against him, his breathing hitching, his fingers digging into his skin.
When he blinked his eyes open again, Potter was smoothing fingers over his bare back, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, gentling him. "You alright?"
His mouth had gone dry as he swallowed and yawned. Potter was still in him and as Raleigh answered, he slipped out, slick easing the way at least a little bit. It still burned though and he whined at the feel of it. "Yeah… Yeah, I think I am."
"Sorry," Potter whispered against his neck before stepping away. He left a hand pressed into Raleigh's lower back, keeping him upright. "I got you."
A month later and Harry found out one of Raleigh's secrets as a black, military helicopter landed in right in the middle of the work yard. It spat out a guy who looked like an admiral, tall and commanding, and a couple of soldiers.
He watched Raleigh talk to the guy from overhead and then when Raleigh gestured him down from the pillar of steel he was currently connected to, he slid down fast.
"So… you're… you were a jaeger pilot," Harry started, meeting Raleigh's blue eyes easily. There was something in the man's eyes though that made Harry think this hadn't been a courtesy call.
"Yeah. I… They need me. Will you come?"
Harry nodded and reached out to cup the man's cheek, smoothing a thumb over bare skin. Raleigh leaned into him without thought and then pulled away, closing his eyes for a second before reopening them. "Course I'll come."
"Thanks."
AN: I might be on a bit of a Charlie Hunnam kick lately...